foyer for a moment?" Rosamund inflexibly suggested.

"Isn't the interval nearly over?" said Audrey.

"Oh, no!"

And as a fact there was not the slightest sign of the interval being nearly
over. Audrey obediently rose. But the invitation had been so conspicuously
addressed to herself that Miss Ingate, gathering her wits, remained in her
chair.

The foyer--decorated in the Cracovian taste--was dotted with cigarette
smokers and with those who had fled from the interval. Rosamund did not sit
down; she did not try for seclusion in a corner. She stepped well into the
foyer, and then stood still, and absently lighted a cigarette, omitting to
offer a cigarette to Audrey. Rosamund's air of a deaconess made the
cigarette extremely remarkable.

"I wanted to tell you about Jane Foley," began Rosamund quietly. "Have you
heard?"

"No! What?"

"Of course you haven't. I alone knew. She has run away to England."

"Run away! But she'll be caught!"

"She may be. But that is not all. She has run away to get married. She
dared not tell me. She wrote me. She put the letter in the manuscript of
the last chapter but one of her book, which I am revising for her. She will
almost certainly be caught if she tries to get married in her own name.
Therefore she will get married in a false name. All this, however, is not
what I wanted to tell you about."

"Then you shouldn't have begun to talk about it," said Audrey suddenly.
"Did you expect me to let you leave it in the middle! Jane getting married!
I do think she might have told me.... What next, I wonder! I suppose
you've--er--lost her now?"

"Not entirely, I believe," said Rosamund. "Certainly not entirely. But of
course I could never trust her again. This is the worst blow I have ever
had. She says--but why go into that? Well, she does say she will work as
hard as ever, nearly; and that her future husband strongly supports us--and
so on." Rosamund smiled with complete detachment.

"And who's he?" Audrey demanded.

"His name is Aguilar," said Rosamund. "So she says."

"Aguilar?"

"Yes. I gather--I say I gather--that he belongs to the industrial class.
But of course that is precisely the class that Jane springs from. Odd! Is
it not? Heredity, I presume." She raised her shoulders.

Audrey said nothing. She was too shocked to speak--not pained or outraged,
but simply shaken. What in the name of Juno could Jane see in Aguilar?
Jane, to whom every man was the hereditary enemy! Aguil